I run, I sin,
I fall apart.
Coldness and numbness
fill my heart.
Am I safe in His arms?
Temptations come knocking
to kill and destroy;
To entice me away, and
to claw at my joy.
Am I safe in His arms?
Fear mocks and derides me.
Pride scoffs and it scorns.
No sympathy comes,
but only more thorns.
Am I safe in His arms?
The doubts and the fears
make their case very well.
My head wants to listen,
my eyes with tears swell.
Am I safe in His arms?
How easy it would be
to doubt all He's done.
To go my own way
and again from Him run.
My hands at their ready,
heart planning to flee.
I don't want to listen,
I just want relief.
But then I look up.
And I see there His face.
I stop and I beg Him
to answer me this.
Am I safe in His arms?
Instead of harsh words
or the firmest reproof,
He opens my eyes--
gently whispers His truth.
He shows me the scars
That prove what He's done--
suffered and bled
as the innocent One.
These hands I now questioned,
These same were stretched far
to pay for my sins and
lift judgment from bar.
This same sovereign Lord
that I doubt and mistrust;
had planned this whole rescue--
redemption, for us.
He tells me I'm loved.
He tells me I'm safe.
That nothing, no nothing,
can outweigh His grace.
My heart still in turmoil
But still on my knees;
looks again at these truths
And for help from Him pleas.
To trust Him alone
I still could not do.
No matter how hard
I stared at the truth.
I see that You love me
I cried out in tears.
But still I fought hard,
and clung to my fears.
Am I safe in His arms?
Then He bent down again
and did something quite strange.
He wounded me, broke me
and put me in pain.
Not vicious or vengeful
was this touch of His.
More tearful and knowing--
A mark of His grace.
For this wound He inflicted,
made me fall apart.
It made my pride crumble.
It softened my heart.
And then without feeling
My questions full hope;
I found myself forced,
to reach out for truth's rope.
I looked up again
And saw what I'd missed.
I was in His arms.
And I am His.
